[ Reynir follows suit happily, sitting cross-legged in front of Elleru. There is not a lot of room in the bubble for two quite tall people with long limbs, but since Elleru doesn't seem to mind the proximity, Reynir definitely doesn't. He unfastened the ribbon that is holding the end of his braid in place and begins to unwind it. There is an awful lot of hair, so it takes a few moments, but as he does it he is talking, half to himself and half to Elleru, thinking aloud: ]
It's a lot easier to practice on somebody else a few times, first, so how about I show you how to do it on myself, and then you can try braiding my hair, and then I can do a fancy braid in your hair? I know lots that are a lot fancier than this, I just don't bother most days unless there is an occasion because they are fiddly and take more time and it's too much bother unless someone is getting married or there's a festival or whatever...
[ From his enthusiasm and complete lack of seeming to think any of this is odd, perhaps it will seem to Elleru that Reynir is from some group or culture much more into communal grooming than other people she's met, here.
He gets his hair all unwoven, and fluffs it out so that it hangs around him, a bright red curtain of it. Reynir waits to make sure Elleru is giving him her full attention, asks: ]
Ready? This kind of braid is so easy once you get a bit of practice. All you do is divide your hair as evenly as you can into three sections, and separate them, like this...
[ And he demonstrates, quickly feeling around at the base of his skull and separating his hair into three chunks, two of which he drapes forward over his shoulders, one of which remains flowing down his back. ]
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It's a lot easier to practice on somebody else a few times, first, so how about I show you how to do it on myself, and then you can try braiding my hair, and then I can do a fancy braid in your hair? I know lots that are a lot fancier than this, I just don't bother most days unless there is an occasion because they are fiddly and take more time and it's too much bother unless someone is getting married or there's a festival or whatever...
[ From his enthusiasm and complete lack of seeming to think any of this is odd, perhaps it will seem to Elleru that Reynir is from some group or culture much more into communal grooming than other people she's met, here.
He gets his hair all unwoven, and fluffs it out so that it hangs around him, a bright red curtain of it. Reynir waits to make sure Elleru is giving him her full attention, asks: ]
Ready? This kind of braid is so easy once you get a bit of practice. All you do is divide your hair as evenly as you can into three sections, and separate them, like this...
[ And he demonstrates, quickly feeling around at the base of his skull and separating his hair into three chunks, two of which he drapes forward over his shoulders, one of which remains flowing down his back. ]